Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Niger and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.